04.12.2021

Last fall I bought a bag of daffodil bulbs. They were on sale. We still lived in the cul-de-sac house, but had our hopes up for the black house.

We did not yet have a contract on the black house.

I was in the mindset of staying positive about the black house while remaining in appreciation for the cul-de-sac house. I planned to plant the bulbs in the area leading to Sydney’s swing, tucked in the trees.

Plant in the fall, enjoy in the spring.

Shortly after purchasing the bulbs, we did sign a sales agreement on the black house. And the cul-de-sac house went under contract immediately.

I considered still planting the bulbs at the cul-de-sac house. After all, we wouldn’t be in the black house until winter, and I thought it would be past the point of planting the bulbs.

Then I decided – Nah, I’ll take my chances.

Those bulbs ended up staying in our storage units until we moved, at the end of January. And somewhere, around early March, we discovered that the bulbs were sprouting on their own.

So we decided to get them in the ground. With the full belief that they probably wouldn’t grow this year, but maybe we’d have some pretty daffodils next year.

But here we are, barely a month later, and the daffodils have come out to play.

I think they like it here. I’m glad we brought them along.